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[[ Dark Waltz
We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together
I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever
Dance me into the night
Underneath the full moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light
~ Dark Waltz - Hayley Westerna
The moonbeams spread across the surface of the water in mockery of butterfly wings as night overcomes the land. The forest walkers settle into sleep - for the most part - as the night walkers begin to traipse the shadowed land in search of their fellows.
[[ Charming Visage
[[ Wandering Waltzer
This quiet spirit appears on nights that the moon shines along the surface of Lake Mira, dancing elegantly across the top of the water in a lonely parte deux, awaiting company from those who stalk the night.(Told in classic fairytale format for your convenience)
Once upon a time there was a very possessive king. This King had a daughter, a beautiful girl who loved to dance. Now this King wished to keep his dancing daughter for himself, keep her forever by his side, his faithful child and beautiful porcelain doll, and as such never wished for her to fall in love and marry.
Calling upon his court sage, the King ordered the magician to cast a spell upon his quickly maturing daughter, a spell that would prevent her from ever marrying any man.
Devising a wicked plan, the sage wove a spell around the girl and through the fibers of the Princess' very being, a spell to prevent her from ever admitting her love to any man, thus never being able to marry. For if she ever admitted her love to a man whom she loved in true, she'd turn into a speck of light and vanish.
And so the years passed, and the girl grew, as did her natural interests in the opposing gender. Having been warned about her curse since being still a young child, she never got as close to those whom she grew feelings for as she would have wished. There was only one way to convey her emotions; through dance. And through dancing she conveyed her messages of love, her laments to them, and though she was gorgeous and graceful her pleas fell on deaf ears; for they could not comprehend the direction of the emotions she put forth in her poetic movements, could not cope with the bittersweet tragedy, and above all else could not love someone who never admitted her love back with the words which, when truly meant, mean more than anything else in the world.
So she grew, and so she saw her many loves torn from her by other girls who could confess their feelings, could tell them how much they loved them. In solitude the Princess soon found herself dancing for no one but her Father, and soon the love of even dancing faded from her heart and mind. Her movements became entombed with an ever-lasting sorrow, the grace wilted away, dancing and skittering across the floor; dead petals of love and harmony soon swept away by an autumn chill.
Within that chill she danced alone, lacking a partner for the pas de due, remaining as only a glimmer of an ever growing tragedy. But forever alone she could not remain, and did remain in fact. Soon another boy traipsed into her twisty turny fairytale, bringing with him and ray of glimmering hope in which the Princess sought to dance, to join along side him in a display of poetry by means of movement.
Together they danced the night away, much to the utter dismay of her wicked and greedy father, who wished ill-fate upon the boy who courted his daughter so fiercely; with a lack of any spewed words, no gifts of glimmering jewels and gems, but though his accompaniment to her dance, his willingness to join the pas de due. But little of it mattered, he would soon leave her as well, for what good is a Princess who can never confess her love unto a Prince?
What good is a solitary and silent dancer, regardless of her beauty and grace, to a Prince who needs a lover and strong Princess by his side? With time, of course, they soon grew apart, as the Prince got tired of her silly silence in return to his soft confessions of love. Why did she not answer? It seemed clear to the Prince that she did not love him in return, the exact opposite of the truth of the matter.
Once more the Princess began to loose her Prince; once more the chill and loneliness entombed her in silence. There would be only way to end this vicious, tormentful cycle of heartbreak and loneliness – a cycle that would soon remove her heart from even existing at all – only one way to ensure that she would not loose her Prince whom she loved so dearly.
The night was thick and deep with silence, and only the moon sliced the darkness with knives of light, light which spewed across the lake surface in a magnificent display. The floating gazebo lay empty in its station, in the middle of the lake surrounded by dancing light reflecting off the water. The stepping stone were beginning to become sleek with morning dew, as the night began to revert back unto day. The Princess stepped lightly across these stones, each footfall perfectly matched with the previous, each shift of her body perfect, unbelievably so in fact. She seemed more a goddess than a Princess, or at least to his eyes.
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[[ From What I Gather
Through numerous observations it has come to pass the recognition of certain personality quirks and the loves and loathes of the ghostly creature who dancing along the lake's surface.
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